I.

Bru–a–a–a.

I listened, not understanding.

Wa–ra–ra–ra.

"Good Lord!" said I, still only half awake. "What an infernal shindy!"

Ra–ra–ra–ra–ra–ra–ra–ra–ra Ta–ra–rra–ra.

"It's enough," said I, "to wake―" and stopped short. Where was I?

Ta–rra–rara—louder and louder.

"It's either some new invention―"

Toora–toora–toora! Deafening!

"No," said I, speaking loud in order to hear myself. "That's the Last Trump."

Tooo–rraa!